Cultivation of Life Winner

After appeasing his shyness, Huang Mao immediately stretched out his hand with great interest, and grabbed the big golden brush in the air.It was a bit special that the big golden pen engulfed him to enter this place.

As soon as Huang Mao caught it in his hand, the big golden brush trembled violently immediately, and the golden light all over his body rose sharply, as if he was about to break free from Huang Mao's palm.Huang Mao was not surprised by the big golden pen's resistance.After the big golden pen came out of the coffin accompanying the corpse, he never took it back.It just happened that I fell in love with Huangquantu for some reason and settled down in it.

Of course, this large sum of money is also meaningful, giving him a drop of Huang's blood that Hu Yanjue tenon worked so hard to condense.It was also this drop of blood that allowed Huang Mao to have the highest body training technique, the Nine Transformations of a True Dragon!

But regardless of whether this large sum of money was harmful to Huang Mao or not, at that time Huang Mao let this large sum of money live in the map of the underworld, but his own cultivation was not enough.As for now, there is no room for the other party not to surrender!

Huang Mao's complexion sank, and spiritual energy roared out of his body. With the body training strength of the five transformations of the real dragon, coupled with Huang Mao's current cultivation of transcending tribulations, the golden pen suddenly fell silent, completely suppressed by this amazing momentum .

"Surrender to me!" Huang Mao shouted.

hum! !The big golden brush didn't move at all, but when Huang Mao yelled loudly and at the same time swept his spiritual sense towards the big golden brush, wanting to imprint the imprint of his spiritual consciousness on the big brush, the big golden brush immediately resisted again.

A sense of indomitableness suddenly came out of the big golden pen.

"Hmph! I know you have already given birth to a weapon spirit. Although you are harmless to me, there is no uncontrollable thing left around me! If you surrender, I will let you go, and even let you repeat the power of the day! You If not, even if the power will be greatly reduced, so what if I erase your spirit and wisdom!" Huang Mao said in a deep voice.

This time, Huang Mao was not polite, and the aura around him turned into a sharp whistling sound, sweeping towards the big golden brush.It didn't take long for Huang Mao to see where the spirit of the golden pen was.

That Qi Ling looked like a man in his thirties, with a majestic and upright face, and unruly eyes.To his surprise, Huang Mao discovered that there was a trace of gold origin in the big golden brush. No wonder when the big golden brush wrote a word on the ordinary mountain-shaped magic weapon, that magic weapon had an extra force of suppressing everything. breath.

But at the same time, it's a pity that Huang Mao also found that in this big golden brush, your golden source is very disordered, and there is a lot of black energy wrapped around the golden source, which makes the golden source a little dim.It is also because of this that the tool spirit cannot emerge from the big brush.

Huang Mao's spiritual sense tentatively contacted the black energy, and suddenly, the black energy rolled over, spreading towards Huang Mao's spiritual sense aggressively.Huang Mao was also decisive, and immediately cut off the connection between that trace of spiritual consciousness and him.

Huang Mao's spiritual consciousness has always been far beyond his cultivation.Especially this time, his spiritual consciousness is comparable to the period of crossing the tribulations of the four and five tribulations, far exceeding his current cultivation base.He really doesn't care about this bit of knowledge.

After not provoking those black energy anymore, Huang Mao became more careful.But he still didn't waver when he spoke to the weapon spirit: "Have you made a choice! Surrender or destroy!?"

The Qi Ling sneered, showing a sense of arrogance.

"I have always admired those who are capable and arrogant. Such a person should be arrogant." Huang Mao calmed down now, and said with a little relief.

But although he was relieved in his mouth, his eyes were cold.There is another sentence that Huang Mao didn't say, if you are proud, you can be proud, but if you are so proud in front of someone who can kill you, you are courting death!

Huang Mao's eyes flashed, and the Taiji diagram in his pupils slowly rotated.Immediately, a huge force of heaven and earth swept into the big golden brush with devastating force.

In an instant, the black air was completely distorted, as if encountering high-temperature water mist, it began to evaporate continuously.And with the disappearance of these black qi, that trace of golden origin began to radiate sharply, and the eyes of the spirit were delighted.But before he could be happy, an even greater force of destruction merged into it.

Every trace of the power of the heavens and the earth carries the ultimate power of destruction.This is the power of the source!Before the original destructive power, this weapon spirit could not resist at all.

"Hey, we are all monks of the human race, so why destroy another treasure of the human race."

The sound came out too abruptly, and when he opened his mouth, it turned into a rolling thunder sound, and the Yellow Spring River that poured in from all around stopped unexpectedly.Huang Mao's destructive power also froze slightly under the other party's voice.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Huang Mao's eyes turned cold, and he immediately grabbed the ground.

Countless yellow sand flew out, and suddenly, a broken flag appeared in front of Huang Mao.With the appearance of the broken flag, the big golden pen that had just escaped a catastrophe suddenly shook, and the spirit of the tool showed a trace of anxiety, "Master!" he shouted.

"Master?" Huang Mao's eyes flashed, and he looked at the flag with great interest.

The broken flag was about one meter high, and the body of the flag was so torn that no one knew it was still on the ground.The flagpole also sank into a rotten black, and even some black slime flowed on the flagpole mountain, which looked disgusting.

"Speaking of which, I am also your elder." When Huang Mao was curious, the broken flag moved slightly, but a phantom appeared floating on the flag.

This phantom is dressed in a black robe, and above it, a five-clawed dragon is depicted, with the dragon's head on its chest.And on top of his head, he wore a nine-bead crown.

It's a pity that this body shape, if it is intact, it will be fine.But the phantom was blurry and bleak, and the black dragon robe was even a little tattered.The nine-bead crown is also a little crooked, but it sets off the desolation of a desolate and subjugated king.

As soon as this person appeared, Huang Mao immediately frowned slightly, and he seemed to sense some aura in the other person's body.As Huang Mao thought about it, there was a sound of a dragon's whistle suddenly coming from behind him.

"Royal luck, I didn't expect you to be a member of my generation." Hearing the dragon roar, the phantom said softly.

Huang Mao frowned slightly, Huang Mao knew about the royal family's luck.After his five transformations of the body training real dragon, he plundered it from the tenth generation Huyanhuang.But Huang Mao never cared much about it, he was still thinking about the extermination of Huyanjue's whole branch, and he didn't care about the luck of the royal family at all.

The phantom was not annoyed at Huang Mao's refusal to answer his words, but instead looked at the big golden brush with nostalgia.

"Master." The spirit of the golden pen floated up and looked at the phantom with excitement, "I knew it, I knew it, you must be alive! The national teacher died for the country that day, and the people of the city voluntarily begged , sacrifice your blood to the sky, just for you to survive!"

Looking at the excited Qi Ling, the phantom sighed slightly, and said bitterly: "At the beginning, the ancient race tried to seize the luck of the human race. Clan God Temple, I still failed in the end.”

"Master, you have tried your best." Qi Ling said dryly.

But suddenly, that phantom suddenly looked at Huang Mao, and the bitterness of the vicissitudes of life was completely subdued, replaced by an aura of self-importance.

Suddenly locked on by this momentum, Huang Mao just moved his body slightly, and immediately broke free from the oppression of the opponent.

"Tell me, what is the situation of the ancient people now!? I have fallen into a deep sleep here, and it has been a long, long time."

Indeed, if there were no accidents, this phantom should have completely disappeared in more than ten years.If it wasn't for the golden pen to bring Huang Mao in, use Huang Mao's sense of the origin of yin and yang to disturb the phantom, and use the power of law attracted by Huang Mao to slightly stabilize the opponent's figure.Otherwise, this phantom is still dying in a deep sleep.

Even though he was suppressed by the opponent's aura, Huang Mao didn't feel the opponent's malice, so he thought for a while and said, "What kind of race is the ancient race? I'm in the realm of comprehension, and I've never heard of the word ancient race!"

Strange to say, Huang Mao's mind turned in a circle, even though there was a fault in ancient times, many historical records were lost long ago, but there are always some records.Huang Mao has never heard of the word "Gu Clan".

"No!? How long has it been since the Tianci era?" Xu Ying immediately asked again.

Huang Mao frowned again, God-given era?He had never heard of it either.

"What can be verified in the cultivation world today is from ancient times. However, the ancient times are too far away from the present, and many things cannot be verified. I have never heard of the era of God-given."

Hearing Huang Mao's words for sure, there was an expression that seemed to be crying but not crying on the face of the phantom, "Is there no era of Godsend!? Isn't there no ancient clan!? Hahahaha, we lost, we lost completely!! "

"You!! Are you satisfied!!!" In the last sentence, Xu Ying looked completely crazy, looking at the void, roaring, forgetting his dignity as an emperor.

"Master, it's not your fault!" Qi Ling roared.

Suddenly, the phantom stared straight at Huang Mao, and said sharply: "I'm running out of time, I feel that will, it won't let me go. Now that I'm awake, I can't stay any longer Go on. Listen, in the era of Godsend, there are many races, and the human race is weak.

Then the secret of the heavens will appear, and the human race will prosper.In order to keep the inheritance alive, the ancient people did not hesitate to steal our luck from the human race, but they were finally discovered by the human race.Throughout the Godsend Era, the ancient race and the human race could be described as immortal.But after that, I voluntarily died in order to seal the forbidden door.I don't know what happened after that, but you must not beware of people from the ancient clan!As a cultivator of the human race, this fairy pen will be given away..."

Before the phantom could finish speaking, the phantom's appearance was distorted suddenly, and a huge black air burst out from the bottom of his feet.Without a breath, the phantom was completely burned!